"One more step forward, and this seat will kill you"

The phantom flickered left and right, but he always paid attention to the movement of Xiang'er outside the field, and when he saw that Xiang'er pounced, he couldn't help but say coldly.

Xiang'er naturally didn't hear it, holding the sword, she leaned over after a few moves, and was about to fight desperately, but she heard Zhang Xiaohu shouting loudly, hesitated for a moment, and finally retreated, worried in her heart, carrying the sword, walking back and forth on the side, anxiously stamping her feet.

The gravel on the ground messed up the seedlings, and under Xiang'er's iron hooves, one by one turned into powder, and in a blink of an eye, there was no slightly neat place left on the flat ground around him, leaving a string of small footprints.

Although she was stopped from stepping forward, she was prepared in her heart, in case Xiaohu couldn't turn the tables, and was suppressed and beaten by the innate gods like this, when it really came to a moment of crisis, then she would never stand idly by, no matter how strict Zhang Xiaohu was, she would step forward to block it, even if she gave her life to create an opportunity for her Xiaohu brother.

The phantom attacked frantically, and the person was beaten back and forth in the air like a sandbag, and whenever Zhang Xiaohu almost controlled his body, the phantom attacked from behind him, only to knock him back to his original place at once, just like Zhang Xiaohu hit him just now, punching to the flesh, but it was always limited to a radius of ten meters.

The surroundings seem to be fluctuating, the phantom figure is everywhere, his fists and kicks are not necessarily hit in the chest and back, he is completely freewheeling, he can beat as much as he wants, there is no trace to follow.

The phantom became more and more excited, the humiliation he suffered just now was all returned to Zhang Xiaohu at this moment, punching and kicking, elbowing and shoulder-hitting, and the fight was rising, the power in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and as soon as he hit it, Zhang Xiaohu was beaten dozens of meters away, and the circle was still expanding, and the original range of more than ten meters could no longer accommodate such a huge beating.

The only thing Zhang Xiaohu can do is to curl up his body as much as possible, protect his hands in front of him, and keep supporting the strength in his body outside his body, but the innate spirit is still a lot stronger than him, even if he specializes in cultivation, he can't withstand such a violent beating.

The strength was broken at the touch, but it only slightly blocked some force, and the punches and feet hit the body, and the bones on the body could not withstand the click and break, and they were quickly intact under the repair of qi and blood, one break and one repair, Zhang Xiaohu was surprised to find that the bones became more and more hard, and at the beginning of a punch would break a few sections, and then gradually become a section, and in the end, only cracks appeared on it, showing that it was suffering a huge blow.

The muscles were torn again and again, and the golden blood gushed out, even if he kept squirming his muscles to block, he couldn't stop the bombardment from overflowing again and again, and after a while, the body was stained with a layer of gold, and the blood scabs kept falling off, and new ones were constantly generated, coupled with the golden energy, he curled up, like a golden ball, and was kicked back and forth by the phantom.

Zhang Xiaohu tried his best to change his body shape in the air, imagining the direction of the phantom's attack, but no matter how he converted, the attack always came from a place he didn't expect.

Finally, Zhang Xiaohu let go of everything, closed his eyes, and no longer pondered the hard-to-find figure, his perception was like a big net, covering him tightly for more than ten meters.

The strong wind was stirring back and forth in the air, and the gravel on the ground tumbled and collided, bit by bit, gradually appearing in Zhang Xiaohu's heart, and everything around him slowly became clearly visible.

The sound of the wind, the sound of sand and stones colliding, and the ripples all sounded in his ears, Zhang Xiaohu concentrated and tried his best to probe his perception into the ripples, but the ripples disappeared after a slight fluctuation, and often the perception had not touched the edge, and the ripples had changed into the shape of a phantom.

Zhang Xiaohu is not discouraged, if it is so simple to see through the figure of this phantom, then what is this ability worth, just by looking at the name of the phantom, you can guess, this is definitely his ability to press the box, if you can't get it, this is still a unique skill of the innate gods, just like the black smoke tentacles conjured by the innate demon spirits in the stone forest.

He didn't know that his guess was completely at the middle point, the ability of the innate gods and innate demon spirits had their own characteristics every time, everything had been formed in the cultivation, and each name was related to his ability, no need to fight, as long as he heard the name, he could estimate the other party's means nine times out of ten.

Zhang Xiaohu closed his eyes, closed his five senses, and his qi and blood automatically repaired his body, no matter how the phantom's fists and feet were aggravated, he didn't pay attention to the slightest.

Blood spurted out mouthfuls, mixed with fine fragments of internal organs, Zhang Xiaohu's breath gradually weakened, repeated blows, his body continued to break, and after the qi and blood continued to repair the body, the original qi and blood were like the rushing qi and blood of the river, and now it has become a rising stream.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care, and under his control, he sensed that under his control, he was divided into filaments, centered on his body, like a spider web, and spread out in all directions.

The ripples fluctuated gently in the air, and a filament happened to touch the ripples, Zhang Xiaohu's face was happy, and the perception probed in.

The phantom didn't notice that the filament was too slender, and he couldn't imagine that his opponent would do this, and he didn't even have to defend himself.

However, it was also Zhang Xiaohu's Yuan Shen who surpassed ordinary body refiners, otherwise, under normal circumstances, a god transformation stage cultivator would really not be able to do this.

The probe was silent, but the ripples only fluctuated in an instant, and the filament of perception before he could withdraw suddenly broke, Zhang Xiaohu only felt that his head had been hit hard, his mind boomed, and his face instantly turned pale.

There must be one and two, Zhang Xiaohu did not give up because he lost a trace of perception, risking a headache, the perception filaments swayed in the air, and the ripples were detected by him, and the filaments were quietly inserted into it, quickly feeling everything in the ripples.

The filament is harvested as soon as it is inserted, no matter whether it is harvested or not, Zhang Xiaohu does not let the perception stay at all.

Gradually, Zhang Xiaohu had a hint of realization, the ripple fluctuations were not caused by power, but because of a strange thing that he had never touched, and because there was no power in it, no matter how he investigated, he couldn't find the phantom's figure.

Zhang Xiaohu closed his eyes and kept thinking, his body was whistling in the air and was beaten back and forth, blood kept spurting, and the ground was dyed with a layer of faint gold within a radius of 100 meters, although his body became gradually stronger under the crit of the phantom, but the strength of the phantom gradually increased, so that the situation did not improve in the slightest, if it continued like this, it would not be long before I was afraid that I would no longer be able to turn the tables.

Xiang'er's tears rolled, her little face turned red, her palms clenched the sword, her knuckles were white, her body no longer walked around, her eyes were fixed on the field, and when the phantom stopped slightly, she would rush forward to rescue her.

It's just that the phantom flashed around, but it didn't leave a chance for her, no matter how anxious she was, she just couldn't find the slightest vacancy, even if she rushed forward at this time, let alone stop the phantom, even Zhang Xiaohu, who was beaten fast, she couldn't stop it.

The phantom became more and more excited, and the fist that was swung out became heavier and heavier, and every time he struck, he could hear the figure of Bang Bang coming into his ears, as beautiful as a fairy sound.

In mid-air, a golden ball of light flew back and forth, as if there was an invisible wall outside, imprisoning it inside.

Ripples fluctuated and flashed around, disappearing as fast as lightning, the speed was too fast, and the afterimage left behind made people not only not disappear, but almost connected into one, and the sound of banging was continuous, and it was heard everywhere within a radius of 100 meters.

The phantom showed a cruel smile on his face, his fist was clenched, and after the little tiger was beaten out for a hundred meters, the figure suddenly disappeared, ripples and fluctuations, revealing from the front of the little tiger, waving his arm, and hitting him the head.

Just as the fist was about to arrive, the phantom suddenly saw that the little tiger opened his eyes and smiled at him.

The phantom was stunned for a moment, and before he could understand, the heavy punch passed through the head in a flash, and this time, it actually missed and hit the void.

The power could not find a place to receive the force, and the phantom's body flickered, and he staggered in mid-air, and his qi and blood diverged, making him feel uncomfortable in his heart.

The phantom looked around blankly, only to find that where Zhang Xiaohu was just now, a ripple was disappearing rapidly, and after half a minute of night, there was no trace of it.

At this moment, the phantom's hair stood upside down, and the ripples fluctuated in an instant, and the figure disappeared, and after avoiding it from a distance, a figure appeared from the void.

"You, you, you"

The phantom pointed to Zhang Xiaohu, who slowly appeared in the field, stammering in his mouth, and couldn't say a complete sentence in the middle of the sound.

You know, his teleportation kung fu, but brought from his mother's womb, born with supernatural powers, even he doesn't know the principle, except for his own mastery, even if he wants to teach others can't do it, and the person in front of him actually learned his housekeeping skills silently when he was hit by a critical hit, which made him suspect that he was dazzled.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, the phantom suddenly had the idea of retreating in his heart, but as an innate god, he was really a little sorry for his face, and after hesitating for a moment, the phantom's figure flashed and disappeared in front of the person.

Xiang'er was already stunned on the side, and couldn't understand at all, why did Brother Xiaohu, who had just been beaten and had no power to fight back, suddenly flash in the air like the innate god, could it be that the innate god couldn't enjoy the fight, and quietly taught Brother Xiaohu this set of martial arts?

Zhang Xiaohu flashed, disappeared under the phantom fist, and slowly emerged from not far from his side, looked left and right, and looked at the phantom with a smile.

Just now, for no reason, he mastered this magical power at once, and then he understood in his mind, where is this exercise, this is the rules of this world, and this teleportation is just the most superficial of the rules, and when he learns the depths, like the tearing space he has been thinking about, he can come easily.